Office Hours, June 9th
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Glinda had found and bought a Margarator for herself. Someone, however, had lugged it up to her office.
So now she was making strawberry margaritas. And drunkenly humming "Margaritaville" while doing so.
"I should send messages to the students with assigned topics," she announced to her rapt audience of furniture, jacket, hat, and papers. "Since the little twits won't give me the ones they want to talk about."
[Some people say that there's a woman to blame, but I know (do do do do do) it's my mun's damn fault... Open, come say hi, get a margarita, or announce your speech topic before she gives you one!]
Glinda had found and bought a Margarator for herself. Someone, however, had lugged it up to her office.
So now she was making strawberry margaritas. And drunkenly humming "Margaritaville" while doing so.
"I should send messages to the students with assigned topics," she announced to her rapt audience of furniture, jacket, hat, and papers. "Since the little twits won't give me the ones they want to talk about."
[Some people say that there's a woman to blame, but I know (do do do do do) it's my mun's damn fault... Open, come say hi, get a margarita, or announce your speech topic before she gives you one!]